Romani Archaman

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by NIKOLASgunadi

by NIKOLASgunadi

Let me interrupt the Protagonist's story for a little bit.

My name is Romani Archaman, I work for the Chaldea Security Organization. I like long walks on the beach, got no time for pets though, and I've been here for 15 years. I weigh 68kgs, I'm about 5 ft 11, and I'm no slouch in bed. I'm the man.

When I'm in a drowsy situation or when I'm in beefs with the other members of the organization, I unwind by riding the shit out of either one of the two of the finest in my two-wheel collection, a 2003 Triumph Bonneville or a 2016 Suzuki GSX-S 1000, whichever suits the mood. Caffeine works too, at times.

I work with complicated machinery. Extremely complicated, I might add. First there's the TRISMEGISTUS, crazy ass computer with crazy ass capabilities, interdimensional capabilities might I add, then there's the complicated Security system that Chaldea employs that even requires you to register your fingerprints to take a bath. Spacious spa and sauna.

And then there's meals. For Breakfast they provide you with a fine selection of, bread and oats. Milk is plentiful and of European origin, juices are fresh off the garden. Smokes are plenty expensive on the vending machine, just yesterday the machine charged $5.69 for a pack. Lunch gives you a selection of fine variety of cuisines, at times random but most of the time Japanese, Italian or Thai, the latter giving me more reason to spend time in the toilet besides watching Ai Hoshina videos , for, you know, research or my secret stash of Da Vinci's pics, she really makes it hard for me to concentrate.

Snacks, of course, there are nuts, chocolate bars , etc.

For supper, its either a repeat of lunch or, on special occasions (when the lunch ladies are being creative, that is.) include the finest selection of Italian, French and Thai cuisine. Mrs. Chimaera's Cashew Chicken comes to mind.

Why we sent the kids to explore Uruk, you'll find out soon enough.